At.Ti.Tude.

So, the other night, Ryan and I were watching Alf.

Yes. Alf.

What, you don't watch the lovable alien from the 80's in all YOUR spare time?

Well, we do. :)

There was a scene in that particular episode where one of the extras was sporting some MAJORLY large glasses. They were about the same size as his head. Gotta love the 80's!!

That reminded me of a story I had to tell Ryan, so I figured it was only fair to share it with you, too.  The truth of the thing is that I've never worn glasses. Ever.

But when I was in 5th grade, my sister came home with a pair of attitude glasses. Do you remember attitude glasses? They were these MASSIVE frames with non-prescription lenses that people wore in the 80's as an accessory. And before I knew it...she'd bought a pair for me, too, and I felt like I'd arrived.

No longer would I be the 5th grade wallflower.

Check it out.

{I wasn't really a cheerleader. Halloween costume.}

I wore my glasses often and one day, in the 6th grade, the lady that came in to listen to our reading group told me they would ruin my eyes and I should take them off.

Because I was a compliant child, I did, but I marched straight home and told Mom and Dad that she had no right to boss me around that way. That if they let me wear the glasses, then that should be good enough. I hoped they would call the school and play the parent card and I would once again be allowed to wear my glasses.

They did not. And that was the end of my attitude glasses {though not the end of my attitude toward that woman}.

Until.

I graduated from college, got my job in Financial Aid, and found that every time I sat down with a family to explain to them their financial options, fathers would look rather disapprovingly over their own glasses and say to me, "How old are you?"

{Hint: if you are the parent of a near-college-age student, DO NOT ask this question to anyone who works at the prospective universities they visit. It will not be received with amusement.}

After weeks of being given the once-over and being grilled about my lack of satisfactory age....I did what any self-respecting girl does:

Oh yeah. The next century's version of attitude glasses.

Wanna know something? They stopped asking my age. Double vengeance. I suddenly looked mature and studious AND that woman wasn't there to tell me to take them off.

PS. No one asks my age now. Thank you, gray hair.